Action: Wortle stands silhouetted in the doorway. His father, Lortle, is seen grunting lewdly in the foreground, masked in shadow. He is holding a picture.
Lortle: Uh uh uaghh uh
Wortle: Umm... what... why are you soughing and moaning in the dark, father?
Lortle: Hoot? Well, you're old enough for me to tell you son. I'm vigorously masturbating. It's perfectly healthy and natural.
Wortle: Why... Father? Why are you staring at a picture of me wearing a photoshopped wig?
Lortle: Uaaargh! Uaaargh!